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This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy
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"
Christ It's hot
."
Suzanne stood under the shower watching the dust and the dirt from their dry and fallow farmland sluice off her soft shoulders and follow the streaming water in sandy brown streams over her engorged breasts and large, sensitive nipples. Her daily walk, the exercise her husband and
Master
insisted on, took her almost a mile and a half around one of the barren fields.
The lukewarm streams flowed together over the curved mass of her late seventh-month baby bump and converged on the bare naked mound of her shaved and swollen vulva. Her right hand found her heavy left tit and started to palm her swelling nipple with a soft circular motion. Her left hand seemed to move on its own, fingertips touching and exploring each curve as it moved downwards over her big rounded belly and then even lower to her always hungry, never satisfied cunt.
The beautiful 5'2", twenty-eight year-old streaked blonde, her curled hair falling past her shoulders, closed her dark blue eyes and turned her face to the spray. The action on her breast moved from palm to fingertips as she unconsciously pinched and pulled the tender nub up and away from her chest. The middle finger of her right hand was slipping and sliding in her little peach slit and the two fingers on either side were lightly grazing the outsides of her fat, juicy pussy lips.
"
Oh, God!" she cursed to herself, "Where is Daddy Louis when I really need him?"
As her fingers moved in more and more seductive motion, she thought back to that short visit seven months ago.
She and Steven, then her fiancé, had driven cross country to meet his family before their wedding and moving to the country to pursue their careers. He was a writer who believed firmly in the credo about writing what you know. She was a post-graduate fellow in Psychology who had just received permission to write her thesis on what was sure to be a very volatile subject. The farm seemed a great place for them to combine their work.
Suzanne grew up cute and spoiled with all-American looks and a cheerleader's body. She was daddy's little girl and if asked today, she would still say he's is the closest thing to a perfect father ever. She never told him, but she never really fell out-of-love with him when she 'should' have after puberty. And her dreams and thoughts turned sexier and hotter and she found herself willingly growing more and more submissive with each new dream.
They arrived at his parents' home late at night. His mother had already gone to bed, but Louis, Steven's dad, stayed up to meet them. She was dressed for comfort -- a pale blue sundress, very lightweight and sheer, a pair of white cotton thong panties and a pair of sandals. Even though Steven accused her later of doing it deliberately, she didn't really think so. Standing with the bright TV at her back and Louis in front of her, she gave her soon-to-be father-in-law an almost perfect view of her virtually naked body. When he stood up to greet her, she almost gasped. Very handsome, his face covered with the character lines she loved, his perpetual Florida tan contrasted beautifully with his silver hair. He just seemed to dominate everything and everyone around him and she felt that power as immediate submissive attraction.